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13

Fri

2015

Fear

Hell

Paris

Bomb

Death

Crime

Terror

Crisis

France

at         at

war          war

with             with

Unstoppable Spirit

and                       and

Love.                        Love.

We                                 We

stand                                    stand

with you                                      with you

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Let 

Love and Hope and Peace 

be your foundation in this time of 

hate, doubt, and war 

主权雾

主权雾

云忘了他们生地方的
和与凡人们在地上睡
等待太阳叫他回家
可是太阳决不上升,
雾决不离开
伪装真相
的血腥选票浇注了
从老口的
对坟墓幼的。
扭曲谛悼在
加厚迷雾
所有想要被遗忘的失落
现在的发掘。

Sovereign Mist

The clouds forgot their hallowed place.

And slept on the ground with mortals

Waiting for the sun to call them home

But the sun never rose

And the fog never left

Masquerading the truth

Of bloody ballots pouring

From the mouth of old

Unto the graves of young.

Twisted truths grieve in

The thickening mist

All wanting the forgotten lost

And present exhumed.

Change

I slept on the blanket
Of green grass
Under the auburn autumn tree.
And with my shallow breathing
And brown shaggy dog
kissed my appeased soul
I closed my eyes and fell
Asleep under the shedding
Late fall trees, as cotton candy clouds
Effortlessly Floated by

Days passed in harmonious tune
And I awake with a humorless start
The beautiful landscape I had slept in
Had subtly altered from the blissful state
Clouds had to work hard to move
And no longer joyfully sang with the birds
Leaves did not fall from above
But orange moths dotted the sky
The grass was yellow and famished
And cut my skin until I bled
Yet the dog hadn't changed
Except now it wore the maniacal smile
Saying wordlessly "you don't know me"

Summer

Summer fades as an afterthought 

Falling leaves reveal the shallow

Skeleton of a life far lost

Words ring in the bare cove

Repeated by the wistful waves

For the ears of the deaf

Stark reminders bright as snow

Dot the mourning mountainside

Of the life so far gone

People are held together by yarn

 Felted by the hands of the Beholder

But my hands are slow and weak

San Francisco

Sand walks through my toes
red pillars gaze through the fog
auburn coffee burns against my lips
the bustle of people fade
as my world is born to haze
I am engulfed in clouds
who forgot their place
in the high sky.
Bells call from their lofty
dark cavern.
Calling me home
with seven dull pangs.
My surroundings start to fade
As i am called back.
But my eyes struggle to focus
on the beauty this posses
burning the lightning
blue eyes into my mind

Overbearing

I walk to the edge
this is my life now
Daily come to death
frolic in her arms
Hold her black hands
against my barely
beating heart.
But she pushes me
from the cliffhanger edge
"You're not good enough for me"
she whispers and floats away
because I am never the best
never truly good enough.
Even death mocks me

Puzzle

Almost 4 years ago

I found a puzzle. 

I opened the stale cardboard box

and smelled the new book smell

held in the 4 walls of that puzzle. 

I started piecing together 

the image that became my life

and then I stumbled upon  piece 

Like no other I'd ever seen. 

It was beautiful. It out shone 

the sun and the stars. 

I was scared of this piece

How could I not be afraid

of the purest perfection?

I spent years working on the puzzle

slowly getting used to the one piece.

But then the puzzle was stolen, with 

only one piece away
from utter completion. 

untitled

I know a deep Abyss
where nothing bad or evil can exists
i stand at the edge of the charcoal cliff
thinking of getting away from this shit.

But letting go of the few strands
of lilac hope I have left
would kill the only good I have left.
So I grapple with the relief
and mundane perfection
at the bottom of the abyss.
But leaving this hell would
mean giving up the scattered
shards of heaven
I cut myself on.

i hate titles

There was a time
were the moon shined
and the flowers bloomed
and the birds sang

But the forest burned
in drunken rain
and the ashes melted
until the wasteland came.

My forest is gone
and with it my hope
but sometimes when
 the sun is right
I pretend I can hear
the birds happy cries

Smile

People used to throw words

Like knives at me

They cut me deep

And I would bleed

So I took their spears and

built a fortress

in my head.

Nothing anyone said or did

Could burn it down.

I camped away from people

In my palace of stones and words

And nothing could touch me.

But then something broke through.

It wasn’t the weapon I could deflect so easily

It was her smile

And my fort crumbled with it

Inside my palace of words and lines

I died at the hands Of valentines

Quote

"Things you perceived as shortcomings, you realize are just you. You accept [Your] flaws and stop fighting yourself."

     -Sarah [Groff] True, Elite USAT athlete, and Olympian

Moonless Nights

When the night dawns
and the moon doth not shine
the stars twinkle as bright.
Even when the bright
silhouette hides his face,
or glares at Venus,
The multi-suns hold
the earth in their warm light
and whisper love

Contradiction

In this urban forest
this small square
of natural metropolis
can survive only
because of the
constant care
giants give to
it.

With Giant hands
giant care is
mandatory
with small hope
nothing can happen

Just some thoughts

My brain was racing today.
And it came to something
outstanding.
Apparently in the ether of
thought sits a single notion
that blows all others away.
I have always wondered why
pain exists. But today
in the forest I found the answer.

Recently, I have spent time pondering
the fact that I wouldn't know death with
out life and light without darkness.
From this, the answer evolved.
How can I know how blessed I am
the day I walk into Heaven, if I don't
know what life is like without Heaven?
God our petty lives be filled with darkness
and pain so we can truly worship the light
when we do come to the light.
But how can I say that God Loves me
if He allows pain into my life?

A couple years ago I started really thinking
about what love means. I mean my family
loves me, and God loves me, but what is Love?
I guess I started realizing that girls were pretty
cool, and i started thinking about love on a deeper
level then simply familial love, or preached love.
Like love, where I would do anything, give my life,
to them. This is where the ideal of letting no harm
come to our loved ones. The idea is simple, a person
who loves me wouldn't let the darkness touch me.
So why does God, who claims to love me, let pain
into my life? The answer I think is the fact that God's
Love isn't something we humans can understand.
God lets pain into our life for one reason, because He
loves us. Life in Heaven would be perfect, but
we can only believe that after we have lived in this
dark, dark world.  

Stop

Time doesn't stop
Even when I can't
 handle it anymore
When the heartbreak
is too real, and
the forgiveness is
too far away.
Even when the
fire, and the pain
burn to close to home
and the darkness only
grows, time never stops.
It marches to brokenness.
Something I am already.

Patchwork

I am a mismatched
rug of ripped rags
and broken glass
with holes filled in
with lost papers
and forgotten promises
I am a product of mistakes
but so is everything is
this messed up
no good earth

My line of Occupation

My job is simple.
I paint pictures of the world
without using paint

I twist words in
syllabic torture
and beautiful as
a  newest sky

I create lines
more intricate
then the sun
with meaning as
powerful as
death

I fly to the moon
in fervid poetry
and create and equal
with my lines of
testimony

A prayer

My Lord, My God
Why have you not
forsaken me?
You write to me
on how to be
righteous. but
I disobey you
I break your sacred law
You love me,
But i turn my back on you.
You speak clearly,
I just don't listen
Lord, Thanks for saving me
forgiving my every whim,
that ends in scarlet sacred
blood on a tree.
Lord, help me forgive myself

Window

I sit in my window frame
wishing for the tame moon
to show its pale face
in my glass image
but my moon has vanished
into rigid red fire

The loud sun gallops
glaring at me, daring me
to ask the question
The light should assure me
but like a cat,
my pride steps in my oaken path

And soon even the loving sun
is chiseled away
and the day turns to late night
there is the moon
clouded in my lustful pride
like my windows solemn glass
covered in lilac frost

Lions

There are lions
That growl
under golden fur
and wooded whiskers.
They find other zebras
and tear them apart
using fire and ice
and leave the zebra's
shreds.
But the Zebras
keep coming back
to the golden cat
hoping for change.
Change that can't
happen

Fire

Sometimes people listen to my fire
and tell me the orange crackle makes them tired
Other people listen to my lines
and say things that are very unkind
People see my words
and announce they are bored.

People hate my poems
but they aren't the reason I compose
lines of fire and ice
with conclusions so concise.
I write to let it all burn
pull me from this black urn
I just might die inside
Because of their lightning chides
My work is for me
So I won't change for thee.

Letter

Dear Apathy,

I know you don't care
as you drive your minivan
down the curvy road, that
I am dying.
All the time,
because I can
have emotions of my own

Even if you don't care,
I do. Because I can.
I don't need a reason
beyond your gray clothes
and unloving fingers
tearing at my hair.
Shredding my hopes.
I care enough
to tell you
to leave

I am loved.
Which is more then
you can say.
Your speech is slow
but with snake like
attraction.
Lolling my to your
indifferent side.
But you turned on me
and you don't care
But I do! So
leave me be.

Sincerely,
Jonas

Forest

When the pain
is too heavy to
carry alone
The tears pick up
some of my baggage.
Like when a forest
is too dense
to grow, the trees
must burn.

But my forest doesn't burn.
I planted a seed eons ago.
A small bit of anger.
Slowly the sapling grew to
rage. Burning white
Its branches ripped at
my skin, and would
never go away.

People

People are so wrapped up
in their lollipop lies
that they don't notice me
drowning.
In my own blood red
lake of realization.
Realizing I am worth as much
as the people let me know.
 i am
Nothing.

I used to lie to myself,
Tell myself people aren't
worth the pain
"I don't need your approval"
I'd yell from behind closed
doors and in their blocked ears.
But I do need to be approved
and I can't keep this
ignorance going.
Because it eats me
from the inside.

I pull myself away from
who i really am
hoping someone might
love me for what I've become
A house cat with tawny
soft fur made to a
killer falcon with
beak full of lies.
but I transform back
Into myself while I
sit in my prison built
out of insecurities a
my unending faults.

Bad dreams

I lie on
a cloud
in my room
covered in
blood blankets
and broken
dreams.
With a
minx lurking
in the dark
corner.
The minx
eats me
whole
just like
I dreamed.
I thought
it was just
a nightmare
but the guilt
is always real.

Grow up

Shattered lines
and broken minds
crack my integrity.
Increasing my intensity.
Exploiting the worst of me

Maturity comes at a price
Like rolling life's gambling dice.
Without it comes born disrespect
Tornado of kids leaving nothing intact
I can't help but react

Some find their legs
ands stop hobbling on pegs
Others roll in insecurities
masked in the birds and bees
burdens, naked for all to see

Angels

On Angel wings
When Souls sing here
with spring we fly
from my lie and
undying plight arise

Birds Ridged beaks
Hold blue creeks of
the meek and torn
people born there
unsworn from Angels red love

Cicadas buzz
when we fuss over
our lust and pride
As we cried 'Help'
it might call the angels down

I am

I am a crown
I float on air
in the blue sky around
I am a bear
My coat is eternally brown
That I always wear
I am a noun
Choose me with care
because I have found
good ones are rare

I am a spider
with too many eyes
Because I fear liars
and fear I despise
I am a fire
I burn with her cries
reflecting celestial choir
I am wise
and I never tire
 as butterfly's fly
that I can admire

I am dragon
slinking under the light
petting my own talon
I am right
not a misshapen
or bruise in sight
I am an assassin
Always up for a fight
In the midst of the action
Killing isn't my only plight

Promised

I was once given
A music box made of
glass. It played the
most wonderful songs.
To some it sounded like
the sea, lapping against
sandy beaches and
the blue sky on the
other side of the ocean.
To others it sounded like
a mountain stream dancing
as it tangoed over rocks
and pirouetted down
the dirty banks.
The box looked like a
rainbow right after a storm
and felt like the clouds
that look like you could
hold them and eat them
like cotton candy.

But I dropped it.
and it shattered
Along with my hope
I tried to pick up
the shards, but they
cut me.
I bleed from my wrists
and my thighs
My tears were my lullaby

As the clock struck midnight
the Giver came. He held
my scared arms and cried
in tune with my heartbeat.
He whispered in my ear
"I still Love you"
and in the morning He was
gone, but He never really
left. He promised me,
He would fix what was
Broken

Lia

'I hate track'
Circles don't work
even though I ran 4 miles
last night in the middle of
fucking winter.
Everyday I cuss
curse cuss
but that's ok
because watches.

Just to prove I
can't swim fast
But go fast
Very fast
to the Taj Mahal
like Maggie's earrings
and my failed painting.

Old cars and bees
sing to my parents flowers
and my imaginary grass
in the rocky backyard
without sockfuls
of astroturf

Adrenaline

As a child of night
light footsteps in the wild
neon signs and cityscapes
softly whisper in my darkened mind
trembling breaths leave
faster, but come again
in perfect, velvet crescendo
with swinging arms
and lucid feet
like a cello's silky, light bow
waltzing through the oceanside
trails. Along with rapid playful heartbeats
Running through the glassy rain
with true love untamed.
Rhythms swimming
in the golden pounding
vibrating through mile
after airy mile

Glass

Every single person talks.
their lies pile up
like rice in the
unkept yellow pantry's corner.
Slowly they pile up until,
my glass coffin shatters
and with it
all my trust
in the true
Grace of Death.

Betrayal creeps
with a serrated knife
polished with blood
until it shines
like the moon.
It isn't enough
to leave terrifying
red and white snakes
along my skin.
Instead it digs deeper
cutting my heart
to the shreds
my skin mirrors

I dream
of a prism
coffin prison
to lay my
bleeding,
trusting
remains in.
This is the
only place
lies can't
reach them

Run

Like Gazelles they run
Away from anything meaningful
Some run with beauty matched
only by the sugar stars
tossed on the dark velvet
night sky in constellation
perfection. Others run
in a way shown only
in snowy white capped peaks
playing in the midsummer
 suns long arms

Other run like a bear
lumbering through
the undergrowth
with unattractive strides
looking for berries
in burning bushes
as the forest burn around them.
Some run like a tornado
ripping apart landscapes
and clawing up dirt
with child like imperfection

But they never stop running
No matter what
invocation they bring
because meaning is more
powerful then words will ever be

Rebirth

Lilac sunshine

Reflects of the tarmac gray

Lenses of Luna’s shades.

Breaking twilight’s tender lullaby

With Nights darkest lies.

Galaxies twinkle

On terrestrial eyes

Revealing hope’s

Cobalt wings

Fluttering endlessly

Through Pandora’s despair

An unopened vessel

Nebula expand

And color in purple lust

Reflect in love’s telescope

Just for us

On the clear summer

Eve, with Luna

burning down on us.

Wolves

In cloaks of ashy fur
and studded in limestone teeth
my wolves stride through
the evergreen forest of my mind
trees of queasy green burst into
the realm of self-pity and doubt.

The moon is dressed in branches
filled in with pine needles sharp as
the knifes imagined hunters attack
my sacred dogs with.
They howl at the moon, as the knifes
strike forward at their furry throats

The hunters are black magic yielders
wrecking hell through the shattering
forest, as the tress and bushes grow
stronger in awful plans

The demons melted out of their trees
and joined the hunters in the fight
for the wolves regal purple lives
but they kept running

The moon stopped smiling
its pristine eyes closed
waiting for bleak end
without a new beginning.

Faded glory

I grin under butterscotch bruises

And bubblegum scars.

Shadowed by towering

Withered flowers,

Who stare down longingly

At the pale façade of earth,

Dressed in flannel patches of

Moonless fields coated in

 prismatic grass

And florid sun beams

wrapped in faded glory.

The tulips fade in drab havoc

And wane along with the moon

Folding into tawny fur

Of the barren field underneath

Forgetting how beautiful

they once were

back in the day where

the sun shone like a diamond

and the moon was

white as snow

before Luna was

pockmarked and scarred

The tulips were pure

In away they will

never be again